"Mousang, we have a visitor~"
The green insect princess waggled her antennae impatiently.
"Mm, this is your moment of truth, Wriggle. I'll leave everything to you."
The black-haired boy, absorbed in his novels and games, answered without turning around.
"And that's why you're the director, Director. How many times have you ever greeted a visitor yourself...?"
Tenshi Hinanawi sighed, her face full of exasperated helplessness.
"Yuuka, Flandre, this masochist is all yours."
The green-haired sadistic great youkai raised her parasol, while the golden-haired, sadistic little girl clenched her tiny fists. Together, they slowly approached the blue-haired masochistic celestial.
Ignoring the pained groans and strange moans coming from the other end of the agency, Patchouli Knowledge focused on the spellbook open on her lap. She lifted her tea and took a gentle sip.
The client standing at the entrance watched the everyday scene at the Sunflower Agency and suddenly felt they might have come to the wrong place.
